Doggo is slowly adjusting to life upstairs, very slowly. The incidents of him shagging MD’s bedding seem to have increased fourfold. Which I think he does when he’s stressed. L suggests he should just raid the fridge like a normal person would. I’ve never done that personally, much be a girl thing. Personally I don’t think there’s anything wrong with shagging away your stresses, perhaps the world would be a better place if everyone did that? That dog could be an example to us all.
I run home from Stapleford, a distance of around 4 miles. L meanwhile is undertaking some Tour de Yorkshire training and doing a spin class. Having been at the hairdresser’s this morning, if her red hair dye runs they may think she’s sweating blood. Which would look highly impressive.
(Tuesday 17th February)